’ I straddled the seat and wrapped my arms around her. The engine grumbled to life. It revved twice before the roar became steady and she let the br...ke loose. The tires kissed the pavement and the rubber screamed. We sped along the side streets, swerving between parked cars. Slowly it came to a stop at the entrance of a real road. The cars zipped by and the rumble of the bike spiked. Vela gunned it and we entered the stream of traffic. The wind kicked and flounced. It grabbed at my hair and. The next scene was the last time they both saw their son, he had stopped by to mow their lawn. His last words to them were, ‘I love you.’ More images surrounded God and the couple. Many of the images brought more tears: graduations, Little League baseball games, homecoming dances, school plays. Not all were positive. There were the teenage fights, the time they caught him smoking and the incident involving the cat and a razor. As the scenes from their lives played back, the couple became. His hands came up to grip my hips, whether to stop me or pull me closer I wasn’t sure.My brown curls fell around us in waves, curtaining us off from the world; it was like no one else existed, and I had to admit it was possible no one did, being in my hallucination like we probably were. I spent an eternity just kissing Alistair, exploring his mouth with my tongue like it was the first time. He just let me, teasing me with his own tongue, panting softly when I pulled away to breathe, and. "But there's one thing missing..." she said."What?" Mrs. Roberts asked."It doesn't hang right. It needs..." Miss Denise put her hands on mychest, "well... it needs breasts."Miss Denise lightly rubbed her fingers across my nipples, emphasizingher point, causing me to suck in my breath as tingles threatened toovertake me,"The shape is not right," she continued. "It's good, but you're missinga female chest. Preferably a really big one, under that fabric. Then itwill be perfect. It will be.